Dream Like a Child

My children still dream in that way that only children can dream.

They would like to go to Africa.

They would like to go to Japan.

My oldest thinks it would be cool to go to Antarctica.  He plans on doing it.  

My youngest thinks it would be cool to go to Radiator Springs.  He plans on doing it.

But…I can sense that subtle change starting in my oldest.  You know, that hesitation.  It’s the beginning of the seeds of doubt.  It is what most of us would call “maturity.”

I call it tragic and, frankly, stupid.  Why does there need to be doubt?  What keeps me from hopping on a plane right now and heading off to Africa?  OK, my wife probably wouldn’t be very happy about the whole “ditching” thing, but I would “ditto” that one if she pulled something like that on me.  No, my wife is much more likely to figure out how to pay for ALL of us to go.  But, seriously, what is the point of editing?  Editing is limiting, and limiting is just another form of death.  

Better to live a life dreaming and not fulfilling all your dreams than to live a mature life and never once dream again.

There is a difference between having your head in the clouds, always wishing for a “better tomorrow” that will never come and dreaming like a child about the infinitely cool things you can do.  When your head is in the clouds, you neglect to live in the moment, always wishing that you were living a better life.  When you dream like a child, you live for every moment and actively engage in creating the next.  

I want my head out of the clouds.  I want to dream like my children.  Most importantly, I want to help my family make their dreams come true.